Scared out of his wits



Lightning rips me open

As I sit facing the dark

Each bolt jolting me erect

Shocking me

Inside and out,

Tearing open

My most vulnerable parts

Bringing out

The most primitive

Fears in me

At my core

I remain the same savage

That hid in caves

Painting alternative

Realities on my walls

So I might make up

For the terror real life raises

Each image only making

The terror worse

coming to life

with each flash

my Frankenstein monster

rising from the depths of me

to seize me

as I stumble

a joke of a man

scared out of his wits

by the thunder



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